#mina myoi smut

[moonhoures]

Play Thing

🕷️ kinktober — day 13: degradation 🕸️

pairing: mina (twice) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, d/s dynamic, mean dom!reader, sub!mina, brat!mina, thigh riding, degradation, reader calls mina ‘baby’, ‘play thing’, ‘toy’, ‘slut’, ‘needy’, ‘bitch’, & ‘stupid’

word count: ~1.4k

synopsis: your bratty gf just won’t leave you be, so you give her the attention she so badly craves

a/n: happy friday the 13th 😈👻

posted: october 13, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Your girlfriend was many things, but towards the top of the long list of her descriptors was “clingy”. For the most part, she tried her best to give you your space and alone time, but she would sometimes get in moods where she wanted to be around you all the time. She would follow you around your house like a puppy, or plop herself right next to you or in your lap while you were watching TV, reading, playing games, etc. She would nag or sigh or make comments until you would give in and ask what she wanted. It was like this every time, even today.

You were sitting on the couch, one of your comfort shows pulled up on the TV in front of you while you scrolled on your phone. Mina sauntered in from the bedroom, presumably bored of the movie she had just finished watching in there. She unceremoniously sat beside you, taking mere seconds before she was cuddling up to your side. Her cheek rested against your arm as she asked what you were doing.

“Baking a cake,” you replied sarcastically, enjoying the way she rolled her eyes.

“You’re not even watching the show you put on,” she pointed out, “Can I change it?”

“No, I like having it on,” you pouted, then added, “You had the TV in the room to yourself. Why are you coming in here trying to take this one from me?”

“I’m just bored, and I wanted to hang out with you.”

“Then sit and watch this show.”

Mina liked when you talked like that to her. Sternly. And she knew you knew. She wondered how much she could push your buttons until you snapped. Hopefully, not too long, she thought.

“But I don’t like this show.”

“Stop whining,” you glanced at her, giving her a pointed look that only sent arousal between her legs, “Or I’ll banish you back to the bedroom.”

“Promise?” she taunted you, a playful smile on her lips.

“Mina-“

“________,” she mocked your strict tone.

“You must want to be punished.”

“Maybe,” she sing-songed, batting her eyelashes at you cutely.

You shook your head lightly before adjusting your legs on the couch from their crossed position, “Fine, take off your shorts.”

Her eyes lit up as the realization hit that her plan worked, rather quickly at that. She quickly got up, slipping her shorts off, revealing her naked figure underneath. You did the same, tossing your own pants on top of her discarded ones on the floor. You patted your thigh, gesturing for her to mount it, but this made her frown.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” she asked with a sullen tone. Perhaps her plan wasn’t working as well as she thought.

“Nope. You want to cum so bad, you can do it on my thigh or not at all,” you were very clear with your words, so she knew you wouldn’t budge even a little bit. She accepted the cards she was dealt, and unenthusiastically climbed onto your thigh, straddling it. You could feel her arousal on your skin.

“Wet already? You must’ve been thinking about this,” you said, hand gently kneading the flesh of her thigh. It was the only contact you were giving her besides your thigh, so you could tell she was feeling unsatisfied so far. Good.

Mina nodded, “Was thinking about your tongue and your fingers.”

“Of course you were, you’re so fucking needy.”

The faintest moan erupted from her throat, but you caught it.

“Aren’t you?” you taunted her now, your hand rubbing higher up by her hips, “My needy little baby.”

“Can I move yet?” she was practically begging. You wanted to tell her no, just to watch her suffer. But she was so cute like this, pouting and staring at you with those boba-like eyes of hers. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you nodded.

She began to move her hips over your leg, rubbing her wet cunt along your skin. She let out a small, airy breath of satisfaction at the feeling.

“Look at you, so impatient. It’s just my thigh, but you’re so desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” she replied without hesitation, closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of her folds on you.

“Look at me when you’re riding me,” you demanded, and instantly her eyelids were opening to the sight of your authoritative stare. Was she getting wetter? It felt like it. Her hips sped up just a bit, and she started to rock them a little harder, shifting herself along the muscles in your thigh. She was trying so hard to find the perfect spot. A spot that would touch her clit in just the right way. A spot that would have her cumming just like she wanted.

After a few minutes of her slowing down and speeding up, of shifting around on your leg, of whining when the positions she was trying didn’t feel right, you let out a laugh. Yep, a small laugh. And it had her frowning, pausing her movements with an expression of defeat and confusion.

“What’s funny?”

“You. You look pathetic.”

That’s it, she thought. She resumed, slowly and painstakingly rubbing herself against you again, “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” you replied, matter-of-factly, “Just a stupid, needy girl getting off on a thigh. That’s all you can do, huh? Get your pussy wet. Is that all you’re good for?”

She tried to respond with a confident “No!” but it came out more like a whiny groan, which only further proved your point. It also made her so wet that she was practically slipping over your skin now.

You snickered, “Can’t even speak. How do you expect to get fucked properly if you can’t even ask? You had to nag and annoy me until I let you get what you wanted.”

“Not what I wanted,” she remarked, eyelids fluttering as her clit started to throb. Feels so good, she thought to herself.

“Yeah, well, stupid girls don’t get what they want sometimes. Especially if they don’t ask for it politely.”

“I’m not stupid,” she whimpered, hips thrusting against your thigh faster than before. Her climax was brewing somewhere in her abdomen, just waiting to be brought to the surface, “Fuck.”

“You are though, baby,” you spoke to her in a patronizing voice now, fingertips gripping her thigh before giving it a little slap. It was enough to make her jolt and let out a surprised moan, “My stupid, desperate little play thing. My toy. That’s all you’re good for, playing with.”

God, that’s all she wanted to hear. She moaned, cunt weeping all over your leg as she reached the precipice of her release.

“Are you really going to cum so soon? You are desperate, huh? Just a pathetic slut that can’t wait for the chance to cum.”

“Please,” she whined.

“Please? Please what? Speak, baby, it’s not that hard.”

“Need your fingers.”

“No, I told you. My thigh, or nothing,” you kept your foot down, not budging even when she let out a sigh of agony. Watching her crumble while not getting her way was satisfying for you.

“But I need it. So bad.”

“You don’t need them, you want them. You want them so bad, I know. But you want to cum, don’t you?” your hand returned to her hips, helping her in her movements so that she was moving faster now. You could see her cheeks growing pink and her lips remained parted as quick, short breaths left them, “Cum all over me like the needy little bitch you are. Come on. Do the one thing you’re good at and cum.”

Mina couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure had been coursing through her like electricity before it landed at her pussy. Her walls clenched around nothing and her clit throbbed faster than before as it dragged along the expanse of your thigh. Your skin was covered in her juices as they flowed freely from her. You could feel her heat seeping onto you. It was honestly turning you on, but you weren’t going to tell her that. You had to stick strongly to your nasty demeanor.

“Are you really not going to fuck me?” she asked softly once her orgasm had settled down. She stayed seated on your lap even after, in the hopes you would say yes, “Not even just with your fingers?”

“You’ll be lucky if you get my thigh again,” you gestured to the spot beside you on the couch, “Now sit back down and let me finish this episode, then maybe I’ll consider fucking you.”

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[elryuse]

OUR NIGHT IN PARIS

TWICE MINA X MALE READER

Tags : Cold Mina, Younger Male Manager Reader, Fendi Fashion Week, Night In Paris

The Parisian air vibrated with a frenetic energy – a whirlwind of posh accents, clicking cameras, and the constant buzz of anticipation. Y/n, perpetually juggling his camera bag and a clipboard overflowing with Mina's schedule, weaved through the throngs of people at the airport. A few paces ahead walked Mina, the Kpop idol he managed. Her face, as always, was an unreadable mask – a carefully cultivated persona of the aloof ice queen.

"Mina!" Y/n called out, his voice barely audible over the din. "Don't forget your sunglasses! The paparazzi will be brutal."

Mina turned, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing her porcelain features. "I know," she said, her voice clipped and emotionless. It was a familiar exchange, this dance they'd perfected over the years. Y/n, the ever-organized and cheerful manager, and Mina, the stoic and fiercely independent star.

Yet, sometimes, when their eyes met in fleeting moments, Y/n swore he saw a spark – a hint of warmth that contradicted her icy exterior. He knew the pressures she faced – the relentless schedules, the constant scrutiny, the never-ending need to be perfect. It weighed heavily on her, a burden she rarely spoke of.

They arrived at their luxurious hotel suite overlooking the Seine. Y/n busied himself unpacking Mina's designer clothes while she retreated to the bathroom. From behind the closed door, a soft sigh reached his ears.

"Y/n," she called out, her voice softer than he was used to. "Can you come here for a moment, please?"

He approached the bathroom cautiously, a knot of apprehension forming in his stomach. Mina stood by the sink, her face bare of makeup, showcasing the vulnerability etched around her eyes. There was a raw desperation in her gaze that sent a jolt through him.

"Mina, is everything alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

She took a deep breath, her perfect facade crumbling around the edges. "No, Y/n," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Everything is… not alright. At least, not the way it should be."

Y/n's heart hammered against his ribs. He'd never seen her like this, so vulnerable, so… real. "What's wrong, Mina? You can tell me," he urged, his voice gentle.

She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it grasped his. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down his spine. "Y/n," she began, her voice barely above a breath. "You… you have no idea how much I…"

Her words trailed off, replaced by a frustrated growl. Y/n, emboldened by her vulnerability, decided to take a chance. "Mina," he said softly. "You can tell me anything."

She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with an intensity that left him breathless. "I want you, Y/n," she confessed, her voice husky with suppressed desire. "I've wanted you for months, maybe even years."

Y/n's breath hitched. This was a revelation, a secret confession that shattered the carefully constructed image of the cold, unapproachable star. "Mina… I…" he stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Don't you get it? This whole facade, it's killing me! I can't pretend anymore. I want to be with you, Y/n. Not as your manager, but as…" Her voice trailed off, a blush creeping up her neck.

Y/n understood. As manager, he was expected to maintain a professional distance. But the truth was, he had harbored a secret crush on Mina for a long time, his feelings masked by his cheerful demeanor.

"Mina," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I… I feel the same way. But… this can't happen. What about your career? What about the fans?"

She scoffed, a hint of her fiery personality returning. "The fans? They don't know the real me. They only see the carefully packaged idol they want to see." Her gaze softened. "But you, Y/n, you see me. All of me. The good, the bad, the scared little girl beneath the glitter and the costumes."

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that escaped. "And I love everything I see," he confessed, his voice a husky murmur.

A hungry glint ignited in Mina's eyes. Before he could react, she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the plush bed in the center of the room. With a swift movement, she tossed him onto the soft sheets, her body following in a flurry of silk and lace. Y/n landed with a soft gasp, his heart pounding against his ribs in a chaotic rhythm. Mina straddled him, her weight a delicious pressure on his lower body.

"Don't worry about the outside world, Y/n," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Tonight, it's just you and me."

Her eyes, usually cool and distant, were now ablaze with an inferno, reflecting the fire that burned bright within him. He reached out, hesitantly at first, tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone with his thumb. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, a silent plea for him to take control.

"Mina," he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of fear and desire. "Are you sure about this?"

A smile, genuine and breathtaking, curved her lips. "Never been more sure in my life."

With newfound confidence, Y/n cupped her face and tilted it towards his. The space between their lips dwindled, the air thick with anticipation. When their lips finally met, it was an explosion of pent-up emotions. The kiss was desperate and hungry, a clash of tongues and heated breaths that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

He explored her mouth with a reverence that surprised even himself, his fingers trailing down her back, sending shivers down her spine. Her response was immediate – a low moan escaping her lips as she arched into his touch. Her hands, usually adorned with expensive rings, dug into his shirt, pulling him closer, anchoring him to her.

The silk of her dress, a delicate shade of lavender, became an obstacle, a barrier he needed to overcome. His fingers fumbled with the zipper, a silent struggle that only heightened their anticipation. With a soft sigh of relief, the dress fell away, revealing a glimpse of her flawless skin beneath.

Mina gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight at his sudden boldness. But her surprise was quickly replaced by a fierce possessiveness. Her hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his chest, lingering on the toned muscles of his arms.

"Y/n," she breathed, her voice laced with a newfound vulnerability.

He responded by peppering kisses down her neck, his lips trailing down to the soft skin of her collarbone. Her whimpers of delight fueled the fire burning within him. He trailed his kisses further, his hands reaching the hem of her black lace lingerie, sending a jolt of electricity through him as his fingers grazed the smooth skin of her stomach.

A gasp escaped her lips as he unhooked the delicate clasp, the wispy fabric falling away like a discarded dream. He paused, his gaze locked on her beautiful body, a masterpiece revealed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Mina met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and a hint of shyness that sent a wave of protectiveness through him.

"Y-you're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

The compliment, simple as it was, seemed to break the last dam holding back her desires. "Take me, Y/n," she breathed, her voice rough with passion. "Take everything I have to offer."

He no longer hesitated. With a surge of possessiveness that surprised even him, he cupped her face and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth with a newfound urgency. He explored her body further, his touch sending shivers down her spine as he traced every curve and dip.

Mina responded with a fervor that surprised him. The ice queen facade was completely gone, replaced by a woman consumed by raw desire. Her moans and gasps filled the room, a symphony of passion that echoed in his ears long after.

The night unfolded in a whirlwind of tangled limbs and stolen kisses. They explored each other's bodies with a newfound urgency, their inhibitions melting away with each touch. Y/n, usually shy and reserved, found himself taking control, his voice husky with desire as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Mina, the dominant one in most aspects of their lives, reveled in his newfound boldness. She surrendered to his touch, her body responding to his every command with a fervor that left him breathless. As the night wore on, the initial urgency gave way to a deeper connection. Their movements became more synchronized, a wordless communication guided by instinct and an overwhelming need for each other.

As dawn painted streaks of pink across the Parisian sky, they lay entangled in the sheets, their breaths ragged and their bodies flushed with the afterglow. The silence was comfortable, a shared secret language only they understood.

"Mina," Y/n whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "W-We can't keep doing this," he finished, his voice laced with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. The weight of reality settled over them like a cool autumn breeze after a scorching summer day.

Mina, nestled in the crook of his arm, let out a soft sigh. "I know," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes, though still shimmering with the afterglow of their night, held a hint of worry.

The fashion week, the meticulously planned schedule, the constant scrutiny of the media – it all seemed distant and irrelevant at the moment. But they knew it wouldn't stay that way.

Y/n brushed a stray strand of hair from Mina's face. "What about the fans?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

She bit her lip, a flicker of defiance crossing her beautiful features. "The fans love authenticity, Y/n. Maybe, just maybe, by showing a more human side, I can connect with them on a deeper level."

The idea resonated with him. He had witnessed firsthand the pressure Mina faced to maintain an unrealistic image. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a chance for her to finally be herself.

"But what about the company?" he continued, worry creasing his brow. "They wouldn't be happy, to say the least."

Mina, ever the strategist, offered a solution. "We can keep it a secret, at least for now. But we need a plan, a way for us to be together openly sometime in the future."

Y/n's mind raced. He knew the challenges they faced were immense, but the memory of their night, the raw connection they shared, fueled his determination.

"We'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with newfound confidence. He squeezed her hand gently. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment."

The following days in Paris were a whirlwind of stolen glances, secret touches, and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. They explored the city together, hand-in-hand under the cloak of anonymity, sharing experiences they could never have had back in Seoul.

The pressure of the industry seemed to melt away in each other's presence. Mina's smile became genuine, her laughter unrestrained. Y/n, witnessing this transformation, felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. He understood now the burden she carried, the weight of expectation on her young shoulders.

One evening, as they stood on the Pont Alexandre III overlooking the Seine, a sense of calm settled over them. The city lights twinkled in the water, casting a magical glow on their faces. Mina turned to Y/n, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence.

"Thank you, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for seeing me, for believing in me."

He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze filled with tenderness. "It was always you, Mina. The idol, the performer, all that… It's amazing, but it's just a part of you. The real you, the one I see now, that's the one I fell in love with."

Their lips met in a kiss, a silent promise under the Parisian sky. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but they knew they would face it together, their love story a secret symphony playing in the heart of the City of Lights.

Back in Seoul, the carefully constructed facade resumed, but something had fundamentally changed. Their stolen moments, the shared secret buried deep within them, fueled their love and determination. Y/n, emboldened by their experience, started subtly advocating for Mina to show more vulnerability in her public persona. Their collaboration resulted in a poignant ballad that spoke of inner strength and overcoming societal pressures. The song resonated deeply with fans, establishing a new level of connection between Mina and her audience.

Months later, fueled by public support and Mina's increasing popularity, they decided to take a leap of faith. In a daring move, Y/n announced his resignation as Mina's manager, citing artistic differences. The news sent shockwaves through the industry, but their carefully crafted public statement, hinting at a desire to pursue creative independence, softened the blow.

A few weeks later, another bombshell dropped. Mina released a new vlog titled "My Story." In the video, she shed the idol mask, baring her struggles and aspirations, and finally acknowledging her love for Y/n. The internet exploded, but the overwhelmingly positive response from fans surprised everyone.

Their love story, a testament to authenticity and courage, resonated with millions. It sparked conversations about mental health in the industry and challenged unrealistic expectations placed on idols.

Though not without its challenges, Mina and Y/n built a new career together. They formed their own agency, one that Though not without its challenges, Mina and Y/n built a new career together. They formed their own agency, one that prioritized artist well-being and embraced vulnerability. Their path wasn't easy – there were lost endorsements, disgruntled executives, and the constant scrutiny of the media.

But they weathered it all, their love story a shield against the storm. Mina thrived creatively, her music exploring uncharted territory of raw emotions and social commentary. Y/n, his passion reignited, became her creative partner, co-writing and directing her music videos.

One rainy night in their shared apartment in Seoul, they reminisced about their Parisian escape. The city lights twinkling outside the window mirrored the sparks in their eyes.

"Remember that first night?" Mina asked, her voice laced with a playful smile as she snuggled closer on the couch.

Y/n chuckled, a warmth spreading through him at the memory. "How could I forget? You broke the ice queen act with a bang."

Her playful smile faltered slightly. "I was scared, Y/n. Scared of losing everything I had built."

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But you gained something far more valuable – freedom, and love."

Her eyes locked with his, a familiar heat rising in their chests. The rain outside became a white noise as their gazes held a conversation that needed no words. In a silent agreement, they moved in unison.

Y/n carried her to the bedroom, the familiarity of their bodies a comforting reminder of their journey. The clothes came off in a flurry, their skin meeting with a delicious warmth. This time, the urgency was replaced by a tenderness that spoke volumes. They explored each other with a newfound appreciation, their touches laced with love and respect.

Mina, no longer the domineering force of their first encounter, surrendered to his touch. Her moans were soft, laced with a hint of vulnerability that sent shivers down his spine. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, each word a promise of forever.

As dawn painted the cityscape a soft orange, they lay entwined, their breaths synchronized in a peaceful rhythm. The rain had stopped, leaving the world washed clean and fresh.

Y/n brushed a kiss to her forehead. "We did it, Mina," he whispered.

A sleepy smile graced her lips. "We did, Y/n. We did."

In the quiet intimacy of their love nest, they knew their journey had just begun. The city outside might have been Seoul, but in their shared world, Paris, with all its stolen moments and whispered promises, would forever hold a special place – a testament to their love story, a love that dared to break the mold and embrace the beauty of imperfection.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

your michaeng hcs are so good omg... could you write more about dom!mina? i live for mean and strict mina

Thank you🥰. As for the second part, I mean, that’s totally understandable 🙈.

Dom Mina HCs

Mina somehow seems to gain energy after cumming, so she makes you eat her out first before she focuses on you. It does get a bit difficult to breathe when she’s got her legs locked around your head that tight.

Loves to use her strap on you.

Obsessed with your butt. Like seriously obsessed. You’ll constantly catch her staring at it, like without any hesitation or shame.

Spanking. Don’t think that she’s going to hold back. Especially when she’s taking you from behind. In fact that’s Mina’s favorite.

She almost wants you to be disobedient or bratty just so she’d have an excuse to spank you more and harder

Mina will also switch things up from spanking like hair pulling and choking. She likes to talk dirty to you while pulling your hair. “It’s fine to moan louder, no one can hear us”. “It’s such a shame I can’t fill your mouth right now”.

Occasionally daring you to do something naughty in public.

Sneaky sex when you visit her in the dorm. The members see you as someone innocent and are quite protective of you. The thrill of being caught by one of them while Mina takes you to pound town turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Obviously Mina can’t spank you while in the dorm and it kinda frustrates her so she becomes rougher and meaner with you.

Choking you lightly and degrading you while she’s mercilessly ramming herself inside you repeatedly is almost an unmatchable experience. A lot of it is down to Mina being extremely skilled at choking you, she uses the perfect amount of pressure and holds the best points to give you an otherworldly experience.

Despite her mean demeanor during sex, she’s so good in aftercare. She brings you water, plants so many kisses on you. Tells you that you did so good.

[tcubunny]

MINA

[idyllicidols]

Jealousy.

Mina ft. surprise guests.

A/N: My first attempt at smut. Be kind and rewind.

***

Mina has always been one of the most shy girls you have ever met. That’s what made it so surprising when she was the one who asked you out at the end of a friendly outing with your friends. One of your friends happened to work in the kpop industry, and you met Mina during one of these hangs. You’re ashamed to admit it, but you were actually eyeing Sana–chatting and flirting her up for the majority of the night.

When the night ended, Mina came up to you and asked for your number even though the two of you barely had interaction throughout the night. Even you weren’t stupid enough to turn her down, and you’re glad you didn’t. One date turned into two, which turned into three, which blossomed into a full blown relationship. Almost 4 months have passed, and you must say you’re still in the honeymoon phase.

Mina has remained that shy introverted girl that you fell for even to this day. However, there are certain days where she acts like a completely different animal. These days are where she cannot keep her hands off you. These days are few and far between, but when they happen, your only option is to just hang on for the ride. Today happened to be one of those days.

"Bedroom! Now!" Mina commands you as soon as the two of you enter your apartment. She immediately jumps into your arms wrapping her legs around your waist. A frenzied make out session occurs, slowly walking to the bedroom with Mina draped across you. As soon as you sit on the bed, she slides down your pants and nestles herself in-between your legs.

As much as you want a mind blowing blowjob from princess Mina Myoi, you have to get to the bottom of her personality changes.

"Mina, wait! Why are some days we lounge around like an old couple and other days you literally can't keep your hands off me?"

Mina's cheeks become flush, "I don't wanna say. Can't you just be happy that I wanna suck your cock?"

You pull Mina up to the bed and pull her in for an embrace, "No Mina. I want to understand what makes you tick. Tell me please." You can see the wheels turning in her head as she wonders what to say. A playful boop to her nose seems to be what it takes for her to open up.

"Fine, but don't make fun of me!"

"I promise."

"Do you notice that I get insanely horny on the days we hang out with my other members?"

Now that she mentions it, it always is days that you hang out with other members of TWICE where she jumps your bones.,

"Wait, are you telling me you're attracted to your other members?"

"WHAT?! No! I'm straight, it's just…"

"Just what?" You carefully stroke her shoulder.

"It's just I always get so jealous of how much the other members flirt with you, and it turns me on so much."

"Are you saying you have…"

"I don't know what to call it, but it always makes me feel hot and flustered. But it's also how beautiful the other members are, but at the end of the day it's me who you always choose to go home with…"

Two sets of lips are placed against each other in a passionate kiss. You've never felt as close to Mina as you did in this very moment with her baring her soul to you. This tender moment is brought to a halt by Mina. She releases the kiss and begins to kiss every part of your body until she's back in between your legs.

"I want you now more than ever."

Mina kneels in front of you, her hands resting on your thighs and her eyes looking up at you with a sultry gaze. She parts her lips and begins to move her mouth up and down your shaft, her tongue lightly lapping at the tip.

Your eyes close and you let out a soft moan, your hands gripping her hair as she works her magic. Mina gets more into it, her suction getting stronger with her cheeks hollowing out. That's when Mina thinks of a brilliant idea.

"Tell me how you've fantasized about each of them."

Her phone is placed in your hands, screen already unlocked and in a gallery of the other TWICE members in various backstage moments.

"Are you sure about this Mina?" You ask, nervous to tell Mina about your deepest fantasies.

She answers with her mouth, attempting to take you deeper down her mouth until she hits her gag reflex. Her eyes remain locked with yours, she silently nods her head.

Jihyo has always been warm and welcoming since the beginning. Even on the first day you met her, she told you that anyone that passes Mina's test must be a good person and she treats you like family immediately. Jihyo felt and treated you like an older sister, even if you are actually older than her.

Now you're being asked to describe how you would fuck her to your girlfriend. Her huge tits are covered by a tight green leather tank top, but her deep cleavage is on full display.

This is a brand new experience for you. "...I'd love to see her tits."

The annoyed expression says it all, followed up by taking your cock out of the warm embrace of her mouth. "You can do better than that, tell me everything you would do to her."

You rack your brain trying to see how honest Mina wants you to be. From the look in her eyes, she wants you to tell her everything. Taking in a deep breath before you begin.

"I'd rip that stupid green tank top right in half and fondle those ridiculous tits out in public."

It seems this is the kind of answer Mina is expecting. Your cock has never felt more appreciated, Mina rubs her face all along your shaft, stopping to give it kisses as she continues to worship it. "Tell me more."

"I'd lather those giant things in oil and slide my cock right in between…"

"Close your eyes and imagine my mouth as her tits as they wrap all around your cock."

You're transported to another world when you close your eyes. You can imagine your cock sandwiched in between Jihyo's giant tits as Mina continues to service you. Before you get too carried away, Mina stops in her tracks.

"Next!"

At first you're confused, but figure out she wants you to move on to the next member. A swipe of your finger and the next member is on display.

Tzuyu is someone who you barely know even after four months. There's a chance she's even quieter than Mina, but she occasionally throws out vicious comments that makes everyone in the room laugh.

The one thing that you're sure about is that her thighs are absolutely exquisite. It's still a little uncomfortable to say out loud, but you know this is what Mina wants. "I'd have her sit on my face and suffocate me with those thighs until she squirts all over me."

As soon as those words leave your mouth, you're pushed on to your back. You hadn't realized until now, but Mina is absolutely soaking wet hearing out your fantasies of her other members. Her panties may as well have not been there, already soaked through the cotton making her pussy fully visible against the now see-through fabric.

She hovers over your face, teasing your nose with her scent. Once she moves her panties to the side, there is enough residual nectar to drip on to your waiting lips. After enough anticipation, she plants herself against your lips.

"Close your eyes and imagine thick thighwanese legs strangling you."

Mina's thighs are nothing to laugh at, owning her own set of juicy thighs to die for. Mina straddles your face, her eyes smoldering with desire. She leans forward and grabs your face between her hands, pressing her soft lips to yours. Your heart starts racing as you savor the taste of her sweet lips and the sensation of her thighs squeezing against your ears.

Mina pulls away, her eyes still burning with passion. She shifts her hips, pressing her wetness even deeper against your lips–leaving an audible gasp when her clit starts rubbing against your nose.

"You like that, don't you? Is this how you imagine dear sweet Tzuyu riding your face?"

Your mouth is completely occupied so the only thing you can do is silently nod your head.

Mina smiles and begins to grind her hips, her wetness gradually coating your skin. She moans as you continue licking and sucking her most sensitive spots. Her pace increases, as does her breathing, each breath becoming more ragged as she feels herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

The grip around your head loosens, giving you the chance to slightly lift her up. "This is exactly how I would make Tzuyu squirt."

This is your chance to go on the offensive. Your lips attach to her clit, constantly flicking against her sensitive nub. The bucking of her hips intensifies, telling you everything that you needed to know.

"You're gonna make me cum!"

She shouts out as her orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling in pleasure. Your hands remain firmly planted on her hips, holding her steady as she rides out her orgasm, your tongue and lips still exploring her most sensitive spots.

When her orgasm finally passes, Mina collapses against you, her body still trembling in pleasure. She kisses you deeply, but you can see her eyes still smoldering with desire.

"Next!"

"Babe, are you sure? You already came, we don't have to keep going."

"I can always cum more and more. Besides, you still haven't finished yet."

You leave out a heavy sigh when Mina places her phone back in your hands. Now Chaeyoung is one of the closest members to Mina. In consequence, she's also super protective of Mina. She's been weary of you since the beginning, but she slowly started to warm up to you.

"I can't Mina. It's Chaeyoung."

"It's fine. I won't believe you if you didn't fantasize about having sex with her at least once."

She was right. Chaeyoung is cute as a button, but must also have another side, especially with the amount of art that covers her body. Even for as long as you've known her, you haven't even seen all the tattoos she possesses.

"I'd press her up against the wall, holding her arms above her head while my other hand explored every inch of her tiny body."

Mina nods her head and gets herself into position–pressing her body against the wall and you're quick to follow

Mina moans as you pin her arms above her head, her body pressed against the wall. She feels the heat of your body against her back and the warmth of your breath on her neck. She could feel the anticipation of what is to come, making her heart race with excitement.

"You like that, don't you?"

Mina nods, unable to find her voice, feeling your hands slide up her sides and your lips pressed against her neck. She leaves out another gasp when she feels your erection pressing against her.

"You want this, don't you?"

Mina nods again, her breath coming in short gasps. Your hands slide down her body, fingers teasing her nipples and making her moan with pleasure.

You pull away, leaving Mina wanting more. Just as she turns around to see where you are, you thrust into her, hard, causing her to scream out. Mina's breathing becomes more and more ragged with each and every thrust into her. You can feel every inch as you push in and out of the comfort of her silky walls. Your eyes close, and even though Mina is much more voluptuous than Chaeyoung, you can only picture Chaeyoung moaning your name being pressed up against the wall.

Your pace becomes more fevered, pushing her harder against the wall as she screams out your name. The tightness of her pussy squeezing your shaft snaps you out of your trance and the shape in front of you turns back to your lovely girlfriend. Mina orgasms again, hard, and she melts into the mattress. Your own orgasm was close, but she slid herself out of your grasp.

Taking a short breather, Mina gathers herself, then hands her phone to you again. "Next!"

And there it was. The one member you've been dreading to come across. Out of all the members, Sana is the only one you would consider a friend. She's friendly and personable, making you feel like a lifelong friend every time you meet up. There's a reason you were talking to her the most during your first meeting.

Mina can see it in your eyes. "It must be Sana." Mina isn't blind, even she can see how differently you act with Sana than anyone else. "It's okay, like I said, as long as it's me you come home to, it's perfectly fine."

"I'd - I'd - sorry Mina I can't do it."

Mina rests her head on your shoulder, gently stroking your chest with the back of her small hands. "Just tell me, we can do anything."

You look back at the picture, then close your eyes, trying to imagine all the different things you would do to Sana. "I'd fuck her pretty little mouth while she stared into my eyes."

Mina's eyes light up. She drags you to the edge of the bed then goes back into the same position that started this night. You look at her nervously, you've never actually done this with Mina before.

"Are you sure?"

"Imagine me as Sana," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Imagine her lips on your cock, her tongue swirling around your tip. Imagine her hands caressing your body, her fingers exploring every inch of you while you fuck her mouth."

And then she started. Doing everything she said she would, with your only job imagining it was Sana. You take a deep breath, trying to focus on her words.

"I want to feel every inch in me," she continues. "Fuck my mouth Oppa."

This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mina moans with pleasure as your cock thrusts into her mouth. The muscles in your thighs tense as you increase your pace, pushing her head back and forth on your hard shaft.

She gasps, trying to speak up, but her voice is muffled by your hard cock. You look down at her and smile, your eyes glinting with pleasure as Mina takes you even deeper–your hands tangling in her hair, guiding her head.

"Do you like that, Sana?" Your voice now low and husky.

She nods, unable to form words. Your cock is now throbbing, swelling in her mouth, imagining your deepest fantasies with Mina doing her best to act them out.

Your hips move faster and faster until you let out a deep groan, finishing in her mouth.

Mina gasps for air the moment you pull out, but she has a deep satisfied smile plastered on her face.

"You are so fucking hot, Mina. I'll never forget this." You couldn't help but show Mina your appreciation for this night.

You lean down and kiss her, your lips tasting the remnants of your own cum. Mina's body still tingles with pleasure, her arousal finally satiated.

"Now that was something, wasn't it?" her voice still hoarse from your rough treatment. Her look of love for you growing deeper from this experiment. Mina smiles, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. After the horniness is fucked out of her, she returns back to her normal shy self.

You chuckle and pull her into your arms, holding her close as you kiss her forehead.

She whispers just loud enough for you to hear. "There's still four members left. Just remember. You're mine."

[heartofmjne]

Hey all you cool cats and kittens. Your local Mochi here, looking for some tasty 1x1s. (And by tasty, I mean those good plots.)

I have mun info pinned on my tumblr but please excuse the mess, I'm mobile 90% of the time which makes decorating a tumblr up a difficult task. However, I know how to make a discord server feel like home. (bonus: write with me and l will treat you to your own personal decorator.)

Super quick basics: 21+, est, she/her/they. semi-lit/lit. will mirror my partners length. will discuss k!nks for smut personally.

At the moment, I'm only looking for discord 1x1s. I'm open for any kind of plot (I have a tag set up in case you're curious or drawing a blank). Slice of life, supernatural, historical, idol verse, AUs of all kinds and even original characters. Honestly, if you're unsure, just ask and there is a 99.9% chance that I will be down for it.

I do not expect smut constantly but I do enjoy it (so yes, pwp is okay but I prefer there be a storyline to follow) with that being said, minors please do not interact or lie about your age. Please, let me live without worry of catching a charge while also keeping you safe.

Below is a list of my current muses, however for original characters I would be willing to pick up muses that I'm not particularly familiar with.

mamamoo:

Kim Yongsun

Jung Wheein

Billie:

Fukutomi Tsuki

twice:

Minatozaki Sana

Myoi Mina

Im Nayeon

Kim Dahyun

Hirai Momo

Park Jihyo

Viviz:

Jung Eunbi

g idle:

Song Yuqi

Jeon Soyeon

fromis_9:

Park Jiwon

Rolling Quartz:

Iree

Arem

Yeongeun

Solo:

Devita

AleXa

Sunmi

Kwon Eunbi

Hyuna

Bibi

Jeon Somi

If this post caught your attention, you're looking for some sweet 1x1 attention and threads, you want to ship your heart out or you're just bored and want to smut it up— I'll add my discord at the bottom. Feel free to add me or message me with any questions.

bangchan lovebot#6050



[lustfultwicesnaps]

Mina, I've recently found myself very attracted to you. I'm usually a very loyal girl but I just can't help but want you. I want you on top of me, I want to hear you moan. Mina what have you done to me?

"Why don't we just have really nice sex with each other, that's the only way to get rid of those thoughts."

- Mina Sharon Myoi

[ao3feed-yugbam]

Wish I Were (Heather)

by Fallenshadows

“Ah, hyungie,” Bambam hears Yugyeom whine from his living room. Bambam tries not to listen in as Yugyeom continues to whine to Youngjae, “Hyungie, you should have seen how pretty she was.” “Yuggie-yah, I see her every day. I always see how pretty she is,” Youngjae mumbles back. Bambam lets his heart sink to the floor. Of course Yugyeom likes Mina… Bambam’s mind supplies more with who wouldn’t like her. He doesn’t know what to do other than to stay in his room and lean against the door, continuing to listen into their conversation. He didn’t want to let himself listen but at this point there was no pulling him away.

or the one where Bambam is jealous of Mina, but not for the reason you'd think.

Words: 2013, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: GOT7, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Kim Yugyeom, Choi Youngjae, Mark Tuan, Im Jaebum | JB, Jackson Wang, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jinyoung (GOT7), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Park Sooyoung | Joy, Mina Myoi

Relationships: Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam/Kim Yugyeom, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Mark Tuan/Jackson Wang, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Choi Youngjae/Im Jaebum | JB/Park Jinyoung

Additional Tags: Love, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Unrequited Love, Angst, Transphobia, Homophobia, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Bambam, Bigender Park Jimin (BTS), Trans Kim Taehyung | V, Genderfluid Min Yoongi | Suga, Heavy Angst, Coming Out, Dubious Consent, read notes please, Chaptered, learning to love yourself, Gender Dysphoria, Smut, Fluff, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam-centric, Bambam is bad at feelings, Jealousy

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/26842327

[twicecorner]

Teachers Assistant: Prologue

A/N: Hi! I’m back and I’m trying something different out with this mini series. I hope you guys like it... I wrote a little prologue for the plot of the series and who will be featured in it. My hope is to get it going and release on a little schedule so look forward to the main parts :) I know I haven’t been very active lately, but I’m glad you all are still here and supporting me! Cheers and enjoy Teachers Assistant

Word count: 1,075

*This part doesn’t include smut however, the main series will ;) this is just a lil teaser to get your minds going about what may come - also big thanks n shoutout to @subfortwice for helping w the story development/brainstorming😌

It’s your big shot this year. Your university is known for its highly exclusive Love Lab, not only for the numerous studies they’ve done but also for their admirable professors. Each professor in the department is known for their own research on love and all of its components. Since the courses are in high demand, the professors are always in need of teachers’ assistants (TA’s) each year. However, this position requires the passing of a test that is supposedly harder than the Bar Exam. Even before getting to the tests, it’s a privilege to even have your application accepted. Out of the 10,000+ applicants, the professors handpick 50 to go through the trials. Participants are sworn to secrecy about the trials themselves, but it’s said that each trial is some one-on-one test with a set of professors. Out of the 9, a participant must get through at least 4 to pass.

This year, your senior year, your application finally got chosen. A week before classes officially started you received a mysterious letter with a date and time to be at the Love Lab. You’d guess it would be for an interview of some sort, but it was still weird that it came in letter form and it was literally just a date and time. You didn’t think much of it and you made your way to the school on the specified day.

Upon arriving, you saw a line at the entrance of about 30-40 other students, you’d guess they were all there for the same reason. Someone came out at exactly 8 am and let everyone into the auditorium and collected everyone’s phones. Inside the auditorium, all 9 professors stood on stage, arms crossed, and watched with hawk eyes through their glasses as you and the rest of the applicants piled in. 

Professor Park is the first to take the mic, “Ahem, good morning students. Welcome to the Love Lab trials. I will be honest, looking through the applications this year, there were not many standouts. However, my colleagues and I decided to take the benefit of the doubt and continue with the trials. Professor. Im will now explain how all of this will work.”

Professor. Im moves to the front of the stage as Prof. Park hands her the mic. “As most of you know, these trials will be one-on-one interviews, each professor has something different in store for each of you so it will be different every time. In order to pass, you will need to get the approval of 4/9 professors. At this point, you’ll be given a paper with your name and your date and time slots. Each professor and student will have 3 hours to complete the interview…” 

Whispers started to circulate through the crowd. No one expected an interview to be 3 hours long and to get through four of them. 12 hours at least.

“Excuse me.” Professor Im clears her throat and taps her foot on the stage. “As I was saying, since each interview is 3 hours, this will take the full week before school starts, so plan accordingly. A few of you have a slot for today, so with that, I’ll hand the mic back to Professor Park. Good luck.”

You can feel yourself start to sweat when you see that you have the second time slot of the day with Professor Im. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do until then, you didn’t prepare anything. You start looking around and seeing similar expressions on the people around you. Some start freaking out, some debating whether to back out. You take a deep breath and try to relax, try to tell yourself that you got this. It’s four interviews… four 3 hour interviews… Looking back at your schedule you see that your first four professors are Prof. Im Nayeon, Prof. Minatozaki Sana, Prof. Myoi Mina, and Prof. Park Jihyo. You mentally prepare yourself for the next few days, if you get past the first four you’ll be done, you’ll be in. 

Professor Park steps back into center stage. “You’ll now all be sworn to secrecy. We take this very seriously here, so don’t even think about trying anything funny.” The rest of the professors stood up and lined up next to her. Professor Yoo Jeongyeon took the mic and read from a small sheet of paper.

“Please raise your right hand and repeat after me…”

After reciting an oath like we were being initiated into some sort of secret society, we were told to head to the table in front of the stage and to sign a waiver of consent and secrecy. You skimmed over the waiver, something about legal action being taken if rules were broken caught your eye. Damn this shit is serious you thought to yourself. You scribbled your little name onto the paper and looked up to see Professor Park, move her glasses down the bridge of her nose to look down at you. You must have been crazy but it looked like she even had a little smirk on her face. 

Once everyone had finished signing the waivers, Professor Kim Dahyun grabbed the mic, “Finally, we’d all like to hank you for your cooperation and wanting to participate in this program. We look forward to meeting and working with you.” The 9 professors take a short bow of appreciation and receive some applauds in return. A bell rings and you look at your watch, it’s 9 o’clock, the first time slot on the paper. 

Professor Park says, “Those of you with time slots today, stick around. There will be food, drink and activities provided while you await your turn. Our current assistants will be here to aid you as well. To the first 9 participants, please make your way to the exit where you’ll be escorted to your interviews.” A small bustle burst out as the nine tried to find their way out and the rest of us scattered through the auditorium. I saw a large group of people walk to the main exit, assuming they didn’t have time slots today. The rest of you grouped together and murmered about what just happened.

Soon some assistants bring out snacks and drinks and your mind relaxes. They bring out games, books, movies… You, along with the handful of participants left in the auditorium are put at slight ease for now. Now all you can do is wait until noon.

[twicecorner]

some lazy thoughts about ms mina tonight:)

Staying in watching a movie on the couch, you lay between Mina’s legs, your head resting on her stomach. As the two of you intently watch the movie, Mina absentmindedly plays with your hair. Your arms are wrapped around her, your own fingers lazily rubbing her lower back under her oversized shirt. Mina knows exactly where your sweet spots are and what you like. With her fresh set of newly done nails, she lightly scratches up the back of your neck while continuing to play with your hair. Likewise, you also know her sweet spots. You circle and rub into the dimples of her lower back and tease at massaging the upper part of her ass and hips. She starts to slightly shift in her seat, her attention now on you. You’re still lost in the movie and Mina notices, bringing a hand down to pull your chin up to look at her. She pouts at you indicating her want for a kiss. You push yourself up and peck her on the lips before returning to your original position and watching the movie. Mina pouts again, this time lightly hitting your shoulder at the same time. You look back up at her and kiss her again, she holds onto your face to keep you there longer - she deepens the kiss, running her hand up along your jaw, her other hand dragging her nails down your neck, leaving strong red lines behind. Her nails always send shivers down your spine. You can tell where this is about to go.

[twicecorner]

Switch Mina is love

thats what makes her so damn fine in every aspect🤤

[twicecorner]

Have you see mina doing tik tok model face challenge she looks like pissed mommy mina 🥵🥵😫😫

i want her to slap me, choke me, edge me, call me names, spit on me … all of it .. she could do whatever she wants to me

THEN OF COURSE SHE HAD TO HIT US WITH THIS TOO

like mina please have mercy she’s so pretty - this mina i wanna take her out on a nice date and go home n cuddle w her😵‍💫

imagine she’s looking at you like this, she’s wearing your shirt thats too big on her.. “come here, i wanna show you something”… esp w that red lipstick🤤